Conquested Concepts

my rhymes have been prepared for times such as these
bringing adversaries to their knees
for when i speak my enemies bow &
kiss this son
for my lips are the sheath
that cover my double edged tongue
my spit is the acid
that burns minds with no alkaline based verbs
i speak words that are weapons &
wage war intellectually against ignorance
like empires to conquest new worlds &
my intentions are global like exxon
my dialogue is mobil so let it be known that
i will settle for nothing less than total domination
my poems will be the edicts that other proclamations envy
many will desire to send me into exile
but all the while i will keep expanding my vocabulary
like military industrial complexes do bases
in foreign territories exploring squares set before me
with pens as i shed ink on pages to make my subjects
revere me as their new master by the way i make them think
in stages i will link conquested concepts like captives in chains
yet captivate crowds with connotations to change
the consciousness of countries that i have conquered
no currency will i squander but allow events current to see
before the eyes of all that i am a beyonder when it comes
to the craft of poetic statesmanship yes indeed
nevertheless many will proceed to face my wrath of this i know it
because of how they prefer to travel on Satan's trip
engaged in deception so that the masses might never
awaken from their slip into darkness that those souls heartless
have led into holes bottomless 
these are rottenest men who seduce with syllables &
spell pitiful words like pornographers that write for harlots
who hang from their wood like whores one would expect
to circle about the camp of demons whose thoughts
are the semen that impregnate minds with illegimate words
which lead to iniquitous deeds that continue to seed
what has become the dark side of art like apartheid
left its mark on Zulu lands which is why i compose verses to chart wide &
spark pride where once my ancestors used to stand
inspired by love to be true to man and the God who hewed through
sand so that all hands might finally grasp peace at last
so with each paragraph i prepare to blast the beast
until white sheets cover the battleground &
no babble sound is heard from the mouths of the absurd
only spoken words hoping that world war iii will not need provoking &
all poets are left truly free to be...